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[hiding_honor_in_darkness]

I seek a sparring partner.
Use whatever weapon you desire. I will will not be wielding any.

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[what_do_you_see]

"Was trained as a child," Rorschach explains. "Boxing. Gymnastics. Nothing past that. Learned from books, doing."

[hiding_honor_in_darkness]

"Why do you fight so hard?" He asks with an air of needed importance.

[what_do_you_see]

"Then? For justice," Rorschach says simply. "To punish those that hurt others, society. No God to do it for us, only men. Now, because it's all I have."

Though that's not quite true, is it? There's Riddick, Gale, Lupa ... Faed. "Mostly."

[hiding_honor_in_darkness]

"I had been a teacher once." He says almost matter of factly. "You could be far better than you are, if you wish to continue it."

[what_do_you_see]

Rorschach considers this seriously for a moment, as he slowly climbs to his feet, his limbs still numb and not really wanting to support him. Zaknafein looks younger than he is, though he's learned by now that that doesn't mean much, here. And he's clearly proven himself the superior fighter.

And training with the elf would allow him more times like this, times to turn his brain off and just live in the physical moment, focused on pain and sweat.

"Yes."

[hiding_honor_in_darkness]

Zaknafein, on the other hand, only barely seems winded. This time he doesn't help the human up, allowing the man his pride. "I admit I have never taught a weaponless style of fighting before. It should prove interesting."

[what_do_you_see]

The human examines the drow for a long moment, taking in his handsome face, the strength of his muscles, his scarring.

"Where did you learn?"

[hiding_honor_in_darkness]

"I attended the training Academy in Menzzoberanzan, where I went on to teach for a time." He'd learned a great deal before then as well, which he doesn't much talk about.

"After that it was a matter of experience."

[what_do_you_see]

"How old are you?" Rorschach asks, because it's difficult to tell by looking at the elf. There's the white hair, but he's seen another black skinned elf with white hair as well, and that one looked younger.

[hiding_honor_in_darkness]

"Well over four centuries, though I am uncertain as to exactly how much now." He could go by Drizzt's age, or he could go by Jarlaxles age. Neither line up, not to mention time spent in the abyss is unmeasurable.

[what_do_you_see]

Rorschach pauses.

"Hurm," is all he says, before bending over to pick up the coat he'd set aside earlier.

"When?" he asks then, though doesn't indicate what he's asking about, specifically.

[hiding_honor_in_darkness]

"When you are ready."

He responds, without skipping a beat.